Hey Everybody, hopefully this is long enough, I worked for a while on this. All the usual disclaimers, I don't own harry potter characters, JK Rowling does (because she is awesome). Tell me if it is too Mary-Sue. Thanks! Review!
Chapter one:
"Willows, Grace" Grace looked up. She was finally going to be sorted. She had been waiting 11 years
for this; she was more confident than she had been in her entire life, and that was saying something.
Ever since she could speak, she had been dreaming of Hogwarts, the mysterious and magical school
where her parents had recieved their magical education. She watched them as a child waving their
wands, performing the magical spells and charms she was so infatuated with. By the time she was
eight, she had memorised nearly every incantation, meaning, and movement of every type of spell in
her head, with the added help of her numerous books and stories. That same year, her last sibling
left home to attend Hogwarts, and she was alone. Bored and lonely, she started to dedicate her time
to other magical skills, such as potions, apparation, divination and quidditch, though she was never
much one for broomsticks. By the time she had recieved her letter, she could easily say without
doubt that she could do anything her parents could do, never mind the fact she had never actually
performed them in real life. In Diagon Alley, after paying for her wand, she amazed her family by
instantly performing levitation spell to carry her many school books and supplies, but refusing to let
go of her Owl, Winifred, who she proudly named after her first ever spell. On the train to Hogwarts
she quickly found a compartment to herself, playing around with every spell she could think of. She
gleefully found that it was easy.
And now she was about to be sorted into a house. She marched forward with her head held high,
flashing a grin at her brothers, Zachary and Samuel, who were in Gryffindor themselves, on the way.
She always knew in her heart she would be placed in Gryffindor, and she wasn't going to let the
sorting hat tell her otherwise. She sat obediently on the stool on the middle of the stage, waiting for
the teacher to place the hat over her wildly curly, light blonde hair, blocking her fierce hazel eyes
from the view of the great hall. A dark shadow soon covered her face, nearly reaching her shoulders.
Grace had always been quite petite, and never very tall. She was nearly always the shortest at her
muggle school. "Extremely Brave, highly intelligent, one of the purest hearts one could find, and a
distinct ability to disappear. Now, what house to put you in?..." Grace realised it was the sorting hats
voice speaking in her head. "I would highly appreciate for you to place me in Gryffindor, thank you."
Grace thought determinedly. The sorting hat chuckled. "Gryffindor, indeed. That would be the best
choice..." There was a moments pause before... "GRYFFINDOR!" The table on the closest right
exploded into applause. Grace jumped up, smiling triumphantly, before passing the hat back to the
teacher, skipping to her new table, high-fiving the sixth years on the way. She happily sat in a gap in
the seat next to Samuel. He ruffled her wild hair, before turning back to the sorting. Two more sorts
later, a Young and a Zabini, both placed in Slytherin, A speech from the headmaster, and a delicious
and filling feast, The school headed for bed. Grace's dormitory consisted of six other girls. Rose
Weasley, a pretty girl with bushy red hair; Chloe Finnigan, a tall girl with large, dark grey eyes; Saskia
Davies, who was about the same height of Grace; Ramona Bluskin, a skinny girl with mexican
features; Irma Jade, a pale girl with long, black braided hair; and Abigail Wood, the girl with straight,
light brown hair who she had instantly taken a liking to. The group spent most of the night talking
discussing and sharing their thoughts about the next day. The next morning, after breakfast, the
group set off to their first class, Charms. Grace was almost bouncing with excitement. This was the
subject she had been looking forward to most. When they arrived, they met their teacher, Professor
Flitwick. He was an old, short little man who Grace suspected him to be half-elf or of something
similar. "Hello first years! I am Professor Flitwick, and I will be your charms teacher for the next
seven years. May we all get started? Our first spell is the levitating spell, Wingardium Levio-" But
Grace had already whipped out her wand, and was now performing the spell with a slight smug look
on her face. Professor Flitwick stood with a surprised look on his face, the whole room silently
whispering. "Well done miss Willows! Excellent! Everybody please follow this young ladies fine
example!". The rest of the class followed his instructions; while Grace was beckoned forward by the
teacher. "... Miss Willows, exactly how many spells can you perform?" Grace smiled excitedly.
"Everything." She whispered excitedly. She demonstrated by conjuring a perfect corporeal Patronus,
which she had learned in the train was a Hawk. "Amazing! So advanced! I wonder... Follow me
child..." Grace waved her wand to bring her books with her, and followed him. They reached two
large, oak doors with a small bronze knock. Professor Flitwick had to stand on his tiptoes to reach it.
He knocked three times, and after a moment an ancient looking lady in emerald green robes walked
out, and Grace got a glimpse of a class of older students watching curiously. "Filius." The woman
adressed him briskly. "Minerva. I was wondering, do you have room for an extra student?" Her
professor inquired, glancing at Grace. The Lady looked surprised. "Her! A first year! It's the first day,
Filius!" "Exactly, demonstrate, miss Willows." Grace presented her patronus again before performing
a particularly exploding a large Goblet next to the door, carefully repairing the pieces. The woman
had the same expression of surprise on her face that professor Flitwick had only minutes before.
"Impressive... Won't be long before she might be doing non-verbal... Yes, i'll take her. But not in
class. She can do extension every evening." The professor beamed, ushering Grace back to class,
with a glorious look on his face.
And thus became the story of the greatest Dueler that Hogwarts had every seen.